Yesterday I saw the Frog Prince sitting beside the koi pond. He didn’t move. I wondered if he was afraid of the large koi swimming around t...

This is a photo of a Butterick pattern from 1918, which I found on Pinterest. I always look up what was fashionable in any time period when ...

 This is the last oil painting I finished. It's a white-tailed deer. I took a photo of the deer several years ago in a local park. I was...

The page from the Libby App with some of my books. I’ve always been a fan of ebooks. They are very portable, they don’t collect dust, they d...

I'm the kid with the funny smile .       When summer comes around, I alway think about the way it used to be when I was young. Once a ye...

I took the photo of the man on the jetty on the day before Superstorm Sandy hit New Jersey. As you can see, the ocean was already quite s...

The ebook edition of THE COMPANY YOU KEEP is still available for only $0.99. If you enjoy a book set in the wintertime, a marriage of conve...

Books are magic. They have the ability to inspire and inform. But sometimes fiction takes on a whole new dimension when a writer’s imaginati...

Harbor Seals at Sandy Hook, NJ       In February, during the JeRoWriMo challenge, I edited and revised OUTSIDE BLESSINGS , a Young Adult Par...

  Yesterday it rained quite a bit. We went on a jaunt to Bo’s Attic, which is a delightful secondhand shop. Hubby bought his favorite Pilsne...

  Hubby surprised me when he showed me this old 3 x 5 card he had saved from a long time ago. I hadn’t seen it until now. Hubby reminded me ...

It has been brought to my attention that some people think I know nothing about relationships because I am a romance writer. What? Yes,...

This was my cousin, Bill. He used to operate those huge  hydraulic excavators, crawler cranes, crawler tractors and crawler loaders. He...

My guest today is Carol James. She was raised as an Air Force brat, the longest she ever lived in one place was a year and a half. Maybe tha...

  Love's Gift is now available with Kindle Unlimited! Go to Amazon and read the reviews. Then enjoy this excerpt.            As they w...

 When I tell people my father was a journalist, they automatically assume that's why I'm a writer. That is most likely half the trut...

This photo was taken in 1956, my mother made a note of that on the back of the photo. Our family had not been living in Cliffwood Beach for ...

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